"Feng Ju, do not recklessly discuss immortals."
Long Huang's tone turned considerably sterner. "This matter is not as simple as you imagine. If you do not believe it, you may ask Boundless. Every method that could be tried has already been tried."
"Great Heavenly Venerable, then how were the Nine-Heavens Alliance Lord and First Fusion Immortal brought forth?!" Feng Ju's gaze suddenly sharpened, his words icy. "My master followed First Fusion Immortal in killing his way to the Ninth Heavens—why did he die?!"
"Why was the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance's Alliance Lord Token covered in blood? Why did First Fusion Immortal not dare to kill his way into Boundless? Would a peerless figure like him truly be afraid?!"
Boom!
A vast, majestic voice suddenly reverberated through Firmament Hall. The entire great hall seemed to undergo a change in the heavens as Feng Ju slowly rose to his feet, his cold gaze shooting directly toward Long Huang.
"Perhaps the strongest myriad races have always been watching the Small Realms, watching Filthlife. They wished to nurture a true monster whose Dao heart had fallen silent, a supreme powerhouse capable of withstanding the hatred of all Small Realms!"
Feng Ju spoke each word with chilling clarity, utterly unafraid of Long Huang's authority. "What they did was utterly bastardly—they actually made the living beings of the Small Realms bear such monstrous karma themselves."
"Were they afraid it would affect the formation of the Heavenly Dao in later ages? The living beings of the Small Realms have long since merged into the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Their will is still a part of the Heavenly Dao. Heh heh... they were afraid."
Feng Ju would not stop until his words shocked the world, spilling every great secret he had learned in one breath. "Since they dared to